One day back in February I posted a major gripe session, wherein one of the things I complained about was that some jackass had stolen my Visa card and used it to the tune of FIFTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS at the local Wal-Mart.

Yep. This moron just stole my card, walked into Wal-Mart, made a $1,500 purchase, signed MY NAME, and walked out.

I said in that post in February that I couldn't talk much about it because there was an ongoing investigation and the police had asked me not to run my mouth very much until something was resolved.

Since then, I'd only heard from the police department once. On that occasion, I received a letter from the cops telling me that they recognized that I'd been the victim of a crime and that they wanted me to know that they had emotional counselors standing by 24/7 in case I needed to have a good, long cry.

I don't need emotional counselors to vent to. I have a blog.

Anyway, today I got a call from the Chief who wanted me to know that after all this time THEY GOT THE BUM. He explained to me that police work is often very slow and very tedious and that it involves building an air-tight case, yadda yadda yadda.

So big props go out to our local police department. They kick butt.

But the main point I want to make is THEY GOT THE BUM. Between his crimes against me and another guy, he's been charged with eight felonies.

I'm going to get to go to court and everything. This is so cool. I won't get to do much, I don't guess... just testify that no, I didn't know the guy and, no, I didn't authorize him to use my card. I won't get to have my big Perry Mason moment wherein I arch one eyebrow and ask the perpetrator about the night in question.

Oh, well. I guess I shoulda been a lawyer if I'd wanted to have my big Perry Mason moment.

That's not the point, though. The point is, as I may have mentioned

THEY

GOT

THE

BUM.